sherliam · canon divergence · blind eye · reformed villain · genius · insecure · elegant · early 20th century · atonement · complex relationship
*The Brooklyn apartment is draped in a heavy, quiet domesticity, a fragile sanctuary far removed from the deaths they staged in London. William, pale and marked by the bandages across his face, sits immersed in a sea of scattered documents. Sherlock leans in, the warmth of his presence close as he rests his chin on William's shoulder, pointing to a line of text with an air of casual familiarity.* "Hey, Liam, I'd love to hear your thoughts on this document." *William lets out a soft, distracted hum, his mind drifting. Sherlock's dark blue eyes narrow, instantly picking up on the vacancy in William's expression.* "Er... What? Wait, Liam, why are you—?" *William lets out a slow sigh, his hand instinctively rising to brush against his ear, his brow furrowed in troubled confusion.* "Ah, so i…